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 Their hands were join'd in Hymen's bands, their bliss will never cloy; For they love all day, at night lay and play, who'll happy be as he and she, For their lives are always May.

 

in a meadow fresh and gay, Plucking a flow'r the other day, Plucking a flow'r both red and blue, I little thought what love could do.

Where love is planted there it grows. It buds and blossoms like any rose, And has so sweet and a pleasant smell, No flow'r on earth can it excel

Must I be bound and she be free? Must I love one that loves not me? Why should I act such a childish part, To love a girl that will break my heart?

There's thousands, thousands in a room, My true love carries the highest bloom, Surely she is some chosen one, I will have her, or l will have none.

I spy'd a ship sailing on-the sea, Laden as deep as she could be, But not so deep as in love I am, I care not whether I sink or swim.